I was stopped in a line of cars as a three-truck crew painted lines on a roadway. The last truck was fully stopped; it seemed to have the job of regulating traffic. One impatient driver tried to get around the jam. He drove over some freshly painted lines, and having no space to advance, just stopped.

An operator exited the truck, walked to the back of the vehicle, and, exasperated, pointed to the flashing lights and large signs that read, “WET PAINT. DO NOT PASS.”

Sometimes all the signs are there, right in front of us.

And still, we just can’t seem to take them seriously.

If you have trouble letting others do things, the problem probably isn’t with the quality of others’ work. The problem is more likely with your ability to collaborate, to relinquish control, to mentor, or to manage — or maybe it’s a mix of these.

Rarely is it because everyone else is incompetent.

There’s nothing quite like telling old stories with old friends to remind you of who you are and who you love.

In many ways, such a gathering becomes a homecoming — no matter where you travel to meet.

The world is more or less beautiful.

So the question becomes: is it more beautiful, or less beautiful … because of our contribution?

My guess is that it’s more beautiful.

And — we can act intentionally to make certain.

Last night, while I was walking my dog, a car backfired. It was a long way off and barely audible. But my dog took notice and his anxiety went to work.

Instead of our usual route, he took an immediate hard turn, pulling me straight back to the house. I tried to coax him on, reassuring him it was safe. But he had made up his mind: we were headed back home.

The experience reminded me of how sometimes, just a little hint of fear can turn us toward home where it’s safe — and where we can hide.

A rejected paper. A lukewarm reception. A critical review. A reactionless post.

These can easily short-circuit our confidence.

But sometimes the noise is just the noise.

Sometimes, we need to tell ourselves, “We can keep going. We’re safe. We don’t need to turn back.”

To sign up for creativity is to sign up for messy.

Creation itself — as ordered as it is — is messy.

And of course, we can (and should) create order.

But we need to make room for messes, too.

When we’re able to sink in, it’s a good thing.

When we feel like we’re sinking, it doesn’t feel good at all.

In the former, we have a sense of home. A sense of grounding. We’re comfortably present.

In the latter, we have none of that — only an increasing sense of overwhelm.

Curiously, one of the ways to overcome the feeling of sinking is by sinking into something.

We are all participants in creation. Co-authors of the universe. Contributors of consequence.

But like members of a symphony orchestra, we don’t always play the melody. And there are movements and interludes when we don’t even play at all.

Rests by design.

Indeed, our occasional silence can be a contribution, too.

There are many occasions when quitting is best.

But sometimes we need to see a journey through to the end.

And it’s not always for the sake of the destination.

At times, it’s because we need the reminder that we can do hard things.

“I can do this” is a phrase that needs regular polishing.

Mistakes are inevitable. But they don’t need to be the start of a trend.

Follow-on errors — that flow from a response to the first error — those are mental mistakes.

Learn to calm your headspace. Learn to reset your emotions.

Eliminating mistakes is impossible. Stopping yourself from spiraling is a skill.

A year before his death, Steve Jobs sent this email to himself. It resonates deeply.

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From: Steve Jobs, sjobs@apple.com
To: Steve Jobs, sjobs@apple.com
Date: Thursday, September 2, 2010 at 11:08PM

I grow little of the food I eat, and of the little I do grow I did not breed or perfect the seeds.

I do not make any of my own clothing.

I speak a language I did not invent or refine.

I did not discover the mathematics I use.

I am protected by freedoms and laws I did not conceive of or legislate, and do not enforce or adjudicate.

I am moved by music I did not create myself.

When I needed medical attention, I was helpless to help myself survive.

I did not invent the transistor, the microprocessor, object oriented programming, or most of the technology I work with.

I love and admire my species, living and dead, and am totally dependent on them for my life and well being.

Sent from my iPad

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HT: DLG

When you’re in the midst of fog, you can’t solve your visibility issue by looking more intently. The way to see what’s ahead is to keep moving. With care, perhaps, but not by standing still.

“I can’t wait!”

The unusual thing about this phrase — when we’re honestly excited about a thing — is that we’re saying we can’t do the very thing we must do.

And curiously, the shift from discomfort to peace is a matter of doing less, not more. Because time moves at its own pace without our participation. So our job — as it so often is — is to manage ourselves and to let time do what it unchangeably always has.

“What got us here won’t keep us here.”

This is such a difficult transition. Because what we did worked!

So to recognize — and more, to accept — that it won’t continue to work … that’s tough.

It almost feels like a betrayal.

But it’s not.

As our world changes, so do the challenges we face.

Often, that means we need to change, too.

Today’s story isn’t always written with the pen we’ve come to know.

How long does it take to install a dishwasher?

Three hours.

And, of course, this only applies to one situation (mine) at one time (last night) with one particular model.

Because other installations could take thirty minutes. And others, six hours.

Like so many things, it depends. And like so many things, the only sure way to know is by doing.

All the more reason to build slack into the schedule and to build patience into ourselves.

When we have barely enough, we account for every ounce, every inch, every penny, every breath.

Whether real or imagined, when we experience scarcity, every bit matters.

But after we cross the threshold of sufficiency, it’s often not long before we begin to waste.

Sometimes we count shortfall, other times we count the excess. Either way, we can always be sure to count the blessings.

Sometimes I imagine the books on my shelves as though they’re a team of infinitely patient mentors. Advisors who are ready to impart wisdom as soon as I set aside the busyness of the day. Never judging. Never shaming. Just ready when I am.

In this sense, the shelves brim with possibility.

When you walk around with your head in the clouds, you might end up stepping in a few puddles.

But the thing about having your head in the clouds is that you don’t mind getting your feet wet.

When we experience conversion, when we commit to a change, when we are transformed …

We tap into a new kind of energy. A “from now on” energy.

Because we’ve decided on our own, or the world has helped us to decide, and we can say, “From now on …”

And we are never the same.

And through our eyes, the world is never the same.

Observe your creative work from a new perspective.

• Turn it upside down

• Reverse its order

• Look at its reflection

• Look at its inverse

• Read it aloud

• Listen as someone else reads it aloud

• Record yourself

• Say it slowly

• Listen note by note

• Look only at the shapes

• Look only at the lines

• Look only at the colors

• Desaturate it

• Observe it from far away

• View it from your periphery

• Forget about it and revisit it later

• Recall it as a memory

• View it printed

• View it digitally

• Observe it small

• Observe it oversized

• Observe it as a stranger

• Imagine sharing it with others

• Actually share it with others

When we shift from the default, new insights bloom to greet us.

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HT: AK and SV